The President went sun tanning
in-front of a grassy knoll
but the snipers didn’t show.
It hurts to get stood up.
The President tried to make excuses:
Maybe they need moving targets
I’m no JFK
Maybe they were at a different knoll.
But what he doesn’t understand is
assassins are fickle people,
an attempt was made on Jimmy Carter’s life
but GW walks away from office
without a single shot fired in his direction.
The President will be at the theater tomorrow,
if any one was wondering,
he’ll be wearing a large top hat
near the emergency exit.
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I like this poem very much.
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